Hey all! Just thought I'd make a not that I do not own Hetalia 'cause I kind of forgot to say it last chapter * cough cough... yeah, forgot... cough*

Also, little bit of a warning for Romano's language!

Please review! Review! Revieeewwww! Or I'll send Russia and Prussia after you! Hahahahaha!

Chapter 2

"Fucking potato bastard... taking my brother out to see this shit..."

"Ah, Lovi~! Why can't you just relax and enjoy the movie? Isn't it set in your country?"

Romano tore his furious yellow eyes away from the place where his twin was sitting with Germany and glared at the Spaniard that he had dragged with him on his mission to spy on the couple.

"How am I supposed to relax with that bastard all over my fratello? And these idiots aren't in my country, they're in Feli's territory. Dammit! Is that why Germany took him to see this piece of shit movie? He's fuckin' checking out my fratello's vital regions!"

"Shh!" An old woman sitting behind the two countries leaned forward, her elbows digging into their shoulders. "Are you two here to watch the movie or are you here to talk?" she hissed.

Romano turned around and shot the woman a death glare, his mouth already opening to unleash a stream of swear words.

"Uh, lo siento, señora," Spain interjected quickly. "We'll be quieter now, I promise!"

The old woman turned her glare to Spain and nodded slowly.

"You had better," she growled before settling back in her seat.

"What the hell?" Romano snarled. "Who does she think she is, my boss?" He swore as a hand smacked against the back of his head and turned to glare at the older woman. She smirked at him and turned back to the movie, supposedly ignorant of the death threats that the Italian was now hissing in her direction.

"Lovi~," Spain whispered mournfully. "Please be nice! Why can't we just enjoy our date?"

"This isn't a date dammit!"

"Hey, dude, can you shut up?" America's voice whispered in the Italian's ear, causing Romano to jump. "We're trying to stalk my little bro's psychopath boyfriend!"

"Join the club," Romano grumbled. "I'm sure Spagna could make us t-shirts."

"I could!" The Spaniard piped up eagerly. "But, wait, Germany isn't a psychopath, Lovi."

"How do you know? You're always so absorbed by those damn turtles of yours, you don't even notice anyone else!"

"Oh Lovi~ There's no need to be jealous of Señor Tortuga!"

America burst out laughing, ignoring the furious shushing that was now being tossed in his direction by the furious old woman. "Dude, you have a turtle named Tortuga? That's awesome!"

"Will you shut up, you bloody wanker?" A British accent snapped as England slipped quietly into the seat beside America, his large eyebrows furrowed over flashing green eyes. "You'll blow our cover."

"Iggy!" America cried out, only to hastily lower his voice at the glare that the Brit sent his way. "You came!" he added in a whisper.

"Of course, idiot," England grumbled, his cheeks reddening slightly at the sight of America's pleased smile. "I need to see if Matthew is alright... Bloody hell, Prussia can't keep his hands off of Russia, can he?"

"Prussia's here?" Romano groaned and slammed his hand against his forehead. "Dammit.. another potato bastard... wait, why is he here with Russia? Aren't Prussia and Hungary a couple? And isn't Russia with that other country... what's his name?"

"Canada," America snapped through gritted teeth. "Matthew Williams, my little brother."

"Oh yeah... why isn't he here with Russia?"

"Because that commie bastard is obviously cheating on him!" America growled, forgetting England's warning to be silent. "He's using poor innocent Mattie just so my little bro will become one with him! Dammit, I don't want Mattie to be a communist!"

"Shut the hell up, Alfred!" England hissed. "You'll give us away! We won't be able to help Matthew at all if you keep acting like this."

Romano snorted and looked away from the now-pouting American, his cat eyes locking once again on his brother and the German bastard. His eyes narrowed and he leaned forward, wondering if his eyes were deceiving him.

Oh no. Oh hell no. Germany did not have his arm around Italy's shoulders.

"Damn potato bastard," Romano growled. This was going to be a long movie...

"Ve~ I really like this movie, Germany! It has pasta in it and Italian girls!"

Germany smiled down at his Italian boyfriend, his blue eyes tightening ever-so-slightly at the mention of the Italian girls. Why did Feliciano always have to bring girls into the conversation?

"I'm glad you are enjoying it," he murmured, smiling in satisfaction when the petite country snuggled closer in his embrace.

"Ve~ don't you like it, Germany?"

Germany frowned, wondering where this was going. "Ja, it is fine."

"Then why do you keep looking behind you all the time? Are you bored?"

Germany frowned and shook his head, trying to soothe the anxious Italian. It was true that he had been staring at Prussia and Russia out of shock for most of the first 15 minutes of the movie... had that been too much? Would Italy be offended now? He hadn't seen anything against looking around the theater in the book that he had read about dating... then again, perhaps the situation was different when you discovered that your older brother was also in the theater apparently on a date with an insanely scary Russian?

"I'm sorry, Italy," he whispered, trying not to disturb any of the others in the theater, although apparently some of the other viewers didn't have such qualms... "Did I offend you?"

The Italian laughed and pressed his lips briefly to the German's cheek, his hazel eyes bright.

"Ve~ of course not, Germany! Are we going to go out for pasta after this?"

Germany rolled his eyes, not even bothering to fight the smile that rose to his lips.

"Ja, I suppose we can," he murmured, earning himself another kiss from the excited Italian.

Japan watched his two former allies, his brow furrowing delicately at their open displays of affection. Were such displays acceptable in such society? Then again, they were watching a movie in America... should he attempt such things with Greece, or would that be too forward?

Japan turned to speak to his Greek boyfriend, only to find that the dark haired man was already asleep, his tangled brown hair splayed cutely across his peaceful face. He was so cute...

The Asian country's cheeks reddened at his indecent thoughts and he hastily turned back to the movie, although he couldn't help but lightly clasp the Greek's hand in his as he did so.

Perhaps he had been spending a little too much time with France-san...